Enter the Virtue
by EnshadowedWhisperer
Summary: Isaac Lahey. His life has changed in so many different ways. With the bite came new power and strength, and with his nightmare of a father gone, he should be better off. But old demons rear their ugly heads and Isaac feels as if he's spiraling out of control. Then he meets her, unlike anyone he's ever known. She offers to help him, but can Isaac let her save him from himself?
1. Chapter 1: Disappearing Issac

Scott and Stiles are hanging out in Stiles's room one night when Derek Hale appears through the window. He doesn't exchange any pleasantries, and just gets right to the point. "Have either of you two seen Isaac lately?" He demanded, his voice in his usual no-nonsense growl. "What do you mean?" Scott asked as he sat up from his reclined position on Stiles's bed. "Yeah, like when? During school? Cause I don't know if you've noticed or not Derek, but Isaac's considered a fugitive now, and fugitives don't exactly show up to high school English class." Stiles added sarcastically from his spot over in front of his computer at his desk. After a cold glare shot in Stiles's direction, Derek continued. "Isaac keeps running off for periods of time without any explanation. It's normal for him to do whatever he wants, but there's something weird going on. I'm about to go out and track him, but I thought I'd better check to make sure you two didn't have anything to do with it." "No," Scott replied earnestly, "Every time we've seen Isaac he's been with you." "Do you have any idea where he could be going?" Stiles inquired. "That's where you two come in." Derek said, pointing at the both of them before crossing his arms, "I want you two to find him." "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do we look like, the Hardy Boys? Going out to solve the mystery of the disappearing werewolf teenager? I don't think so-" Stiles began before Scott cut in. "We'll do it." "Good," Derek said, headed for the window, straddling the sill, half way out and half way in Stiles's room when he turned back to add, "I'd say don't get into any trouble, but given your guys' history, I'd be wasting my breath." With that snide comment he was gone, vanishing into the night to do who knows what. "He acts like we go looking for trouble!" Stiles exclaimed, exasperated. Scott gives him a slow look. "What? We go out and happen to always land in troublesome situations, it's a completely different thing." Stiles muttered as he went back to his computer. Scott looked out the window where Derek had been moments before. "I wonder where Isaac's been going." Stiles swiveled around, face serious. "I don't know...I mean, where does Isaac go all the time? As I already mentioned, he doesn't have school to kill most of his time during the day like we do." "Exactly." Scott nodded, "Derek even said he lets Isaac run free most of the time, and he probably doesn't even know where he goes then. So for Derek to actually be concerned on Isaac's whereabouts, Isaac would have to seem pretty suspicious for Derek." "If we let go of the fact that Derek is naturally suspicious and untrusting towards everyone he has ever encountered in his life and chalk it up as one of his many wonderful charming personality traits, yeah, you're right." Stiles remarked. "And isn't it a little odd for Derek to come check with us first on anything? Like, since when does the big bad Alpha wolf need to check with us before acting?" Scott thought for a moment before replying, "I think he did want to know if we were involved, and then decided he could use our help." He looked out the window again. "He may have tried to not show it, but Derek's worried about Isaac." "Because of his development as a werewolf since the bite?" Stiles ventured. "Yeah," Scott said still lost in thought. "Either way, tomorrow we need to track Isaac down and find out where he's been going."


	2. Chapter 2: Isaac's Scent

The next day at school Scott was elbows deep in his locker searching for his science book, praying that he didn't leave it at home again when Stiles appeared. "So you ready for some Isaac hunting after school?" Scott looked up from his digging momentarily to say, "We can't go. I realized this morning that we don't have anything with his scent on it so I can trace it." He turned back to his locker to continue with his search.

"Well maybe _you_ can't go because _you_ don't have anything with his scent on it. But_ I_ happen to have an old practice jersey of Isaac's." Stiles pulled from behind his back a sweaty, stinky red jersey, waving it in the air as if it were a prize. "Coach is a little behind on getting them laundered." "Did you break into Coach's office to get that?" Scott asked sternly. "NO." Stiles shot back, instantly defensive, but when Scott kept looking at him, Stiles shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Well it wasn't breaking in. I may have fabricated a story that piqued his interest enough to cause him to storm out of his office for the required length of time for me to get in, snag the jersey, and get out."

Scott wondered if he really wanted to know, but decided to ask anyway. "What did you tell him?" "That I saw Greenberg hocking a loogie on his car." "Stiles you are a creative genius!" Scott said laughing and smiling appreciatively at his best friend's cleverness. "Yeah, yeah I know, where would you be without me? But anyway," Stiles shoved the nasty jersey in front of Scott's nose, "Can we use this?" "Eww, yes, just get it out of my face, that thing reeks." The smell of the jersey was horrendous, and with his heightened senses, the stench was causing Scott's nostrils to burn and eyes to water.

"Actually," Stiles said, "We're going to have to store it in your locker until the end of school." "What, why?" Scott asked. "Because," Stiles replied. "I already did all the dirty work, _literally_ dirty, work." He made a face and stuck the old jersey in Scott's locker despite his protests, and then brushed off his hands. "The least you could do is hang on to the disgusting thing for a few hours." The bell rang and the two of them began to head to class.

They walked down the hall, passing Coach Finstock who was berating an innocent Greenberg in his usual loud voice, "Is that your definition of funny Greenberg? Expelling wads of phlegm on your coach's car? Don't look at me like that, I know you did it, I have an inside source." Scott looked at Stiles, and the both of them put their heads down and quickened their pace towards their classrooms.

It wasn't until Scott had taken his seat in his Chemistry class that he realized he had completely forgotten his book that he had been looking for. He contemplated running back to his locker, but at that exact moment the final bell rang, crushing his hopes of retrieving the textbook.

The teacher walked in, and grumbled "take notes over the chapter covering Molarity." He then plopped down at his desk, choosing to hide behind his computer than to waste his time lecturing his students for the next hour. Scott groaned and was about to get up and ask to go to his locker when he looked at the girl next to him. He had been too busy worrying about the textbook to even notice her when he absentmindedly sat down at her lab table. She had tucked part of her dark brown hair behind her ear, concentrating on her work.

He took a breath, about to speak, when she looked up. Her eyes swept over his clear half of the table. He hadn't even gotten a notebook out yet. "Would you like to share my book to take notes?" She asked looking at him. Her eyes were a blue grey color Scott had never seen before, but he chose to not linger on the thought. Scott smiled at her appreciatively. She pushed the book more towards the middle of the table, and turned back to her own notes.

Scott began to write when he caught a scent of a familiar smell. An image of Isaac's dirty jersey flashed through his mind, connecting that image to the current smell. Scott wondered why he suddenly smelled Isaac, sitting up straighter as he sniffed the air a few times. He was mid-fourth sniff when he caught the girl looking at him. "Sorry," he quickly said, "Runny nose." He rose from his seat and went to the front of the classroom, taking a tissue from the box near the door. He blew his nose, while sniffing around some more. Isaac's scent was still there, but now had somewhat faded. Scott decided that it was probably just coming from him, from touching the old practice jersey earlier. He went back to his seat, and managed to scribble down some notes as he wondered about the random smell. Eventually class was finally over and Scott sprung from his seat, eager as ever to find Isaac.


	3. Chapter 3: The Junkyard

As soon as school was out, Scott and Stiles bolted out of the building and towards Stiles' Jeep in the parking lot. Once they were in the parking lot, Scott grabbed Isaac's jersey out of his backpack and took a big sniff, earning him a disgusted stare from a group of girls at a nearby car. Scott struggled to think of a logical explanation for his odd actions, and noticing this Stiles chose to step in. "His mom uses the best laundry detergent, the clothes are so fresh you just have to sniff them," Stiles quickly interjected before shooting a look at Scott and motioning for him to get in the Jeep. The excuse was lame but it worked, and the girls giggled at them before getting into their own car.

Once he climbed in Stiles said, "Jeez Scott, could you at least wait to do your weird werewolf scent tracking thing until there was no one around? Remember the whole concept of trying to keep the supernatural secrets of Beacon Hills actually secret?" "Sorry," Scott said looking down at Isaac's practice jersey and twisting it in his hands. "I just...I hope he's not getting into trouble. If there's one thing Isaac doesn't need, it's more trouble." Stiles was silent for a moment, a rarity, before clapping a hand on Scott's shoulder.

Stiles knew Scott was caring towards everyone by nature, but there almost seemed to be a special bond between him and Isaac. Scott was the first thing Isaac had ever had to a friend and had helped Isaac through a few tough times. Stiles knew that Scott was really just worried and more focused on finding Isaac than anything. After thinking this over Stiles said "Well let's track his scent and find him then!" adding a sense of his signature cheery hopefulness to lighten Scott's mood.

"Which way?" He asked. Scott buried his nose in the jersey, deeply breathing in Isaac's smell. Stiles began to pull out of the parking lot, which was now mostly deserted except for a few faculty cars. He rolled down Scott's window, and Scott stuck his head out, much like a dog. Scott began to sniff the air as Stiles drove off school grounds, turning his head different ways. After a few moments he brought his head back in the Jeep. "We need to start somewhere Isaac has been lately, because he hasn't been around here at all." "So," Stiles said, "Derek's?" Scott nodded in agreement. "Derek's."

Isaac had arrived at his destination, the old Beacon Hills junkyard. The gate to the junkyard was locked, since the old man who owned the place had gone home already. That simple obstacle wasn't going to slow Isaac down though. He easily bounded over the fence, landing softly in a crouched position on the other side. Upon standing, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. Isaac had visited the junkyard a dozen times before, but every time he came he paused to look around, astounded by the sights.

There were cars as far as the eye could see, so many that the old man had managed to pile some atop one another. Some had been totaled and discarded. Others seem to have been in the junkyard forever, grass and weeds growing around and swallowing the cars whole. Some seemed to be more rust than actual car. A few had their hoods propped open, as if some had rummaged through them, and had left them that way once they found the part they had needed. A majority of them had pieces missing, or other pieces put on them, the paint of different parts clashing.

Isaac always mused on that thought. The junkyard was just a collection of cars nobody wanted or cared about anymore. The cars had parts of them missing, and they were stuck like that. Once they had been brand new and whole, and now they were just pieces of what they once were, deserted to rust slowly alone. That is until somebody came by to take another piece of them, diminishing them some more from what they had been. Isaac knew all too well how that felt. To be a whole thing one day, then slowly become broken or lose pieces over the years. Or to have pieces of whom you were ripped from you, and end up in a place by yourself because nobody longer cared for or wanted you anymore. Isaac shook his head, trying to shake the depressing thoughts straight out of his mind. The junkyard didn't hold just cars; it had motorcycles, trucks, and other things as well. It was one of those other things hidden within the junkyard that Isaac was looking for, and he meandered his way through old cars, off to find it.

After a while Isaac found what he was looking for. He was getting quicker finding it; it was easier to remember the way with more trips. His second trip here it took him a good two hours and several restarts from the entrance before he found it. After that he learned to mark his path, similar to Hansel and Gretel, or so he somewhat remembered from his childhood, back when his mother used to read him those types of stories before bed, tucking him in and kissing him goodnight on his forehead after, even if he had already fallen asleep. _"Back when things were good..." _ Isaac thought. He shook his head sharply once more, refusing to think of that time in his life. _"That was a long time ago, and it's never going to be that way again." _ He did reflect on the childhood stories though. Hansel and Gretel used bread to mark their way, Isaac had simply extended a single one of his claws, carving X's into cars. Wasn't that another part of those kinds of stories? The evil wolf who tried to hurt and kill everybody? A villainous monster that everybody feared? Isaac snorted at the thought. Of course the only element of a fairy tale in his life was the fact that he had become the bad monster that nobody liked. _"Fitting."_

Isaac had come to a stop in front of an old bus. He figured based on how far of a walk it was, and the capacity of the junk yard, it had to be a little past the middle of the yard, towards a back corner. Isaac walked to the bus, which actually was more than an old bus. The wheels had been taken off long ago and it had sunk into the dirt so that it was level with the ground. Also, the back end off the bus was completely gone. Upon prior examination, Isaac decided that when the old man was a younger man, with more creativity and energy, he had cut off the back end of the bus. At first the idea seemed odd to Isaac until he saw that the bus simply didn't end. It was connected to another end of another bus, so that each end was cut and they were back to back. The bus doubled in length, and the old man had ripped out some of the seats, making it even roomier. Couches and other cars' back seats had been moved in and so had a radio. Isaac was cautious when he first discovered the double bus, but upon seeing the inches of dust covering everything, he decided that the old junkyard owner hadn't been back here in years. Isaac walked all the way to the back, which technically would have been the front of the second bus. He sat down in the driver's seat, reclining it and putting his feet on the steering wheel. He looked out the huge windshield, becoming lost in thought.

Isaac had stumbled upon this double bus just like he had the junkyard. He had been hanging around Derek when he first got the bite, not knowing what else to do. After a while though, he felt like he was just in Derek's way, and started wandering off on his own. Derek seemed to respect this, never questioning Isaac or stopping him, just telling him to make sure he wasn't seen. Then one day Isaac was just walking aimlessly, letting his feet carry him when he arrived at the junkyard. It interested him, and he jumped the gate to explore and kill time. He let his feet lead him around again, and that's when he saw the double bus. He didn't know what it was that made him get on it, but he was glad he did. Isaac had found his own little place to escape to think, to be alone, and to not worry about being seen or in the way. It was his own old, rusty, broken down paradise. He had been coming here on a pretty regular basis, enjoying his solitude. That was until a few days ago when someone else had walked onto the double bus.


	4. Chapter 4: Light in His Darkness

Isaac stared out the old bus windshield and let his mind wander back to a few days ago when he first met her. When she strolled onto the bus, into his own personal place. How she just started talking to him, as if finding teenage boys alone on a broken down bus in an old junkyard was an everyday thing to her. Most importantly he remembered what she said that day.

_(Flashback) _

_Isaac had been visiting the double bus pretty regularly by then, so much that he had brought a book with him a few trips back and kept it on the bus for future visits. It was a random book Derek had at his place, and while it hadn't sounded that interesting to Isaac, he needed to occupy his mind somehow. The book had actually managed to pick up and Isaac was deep within it's pages, so absorbed that he almost didn't hear her creep up behind him. Almost. _

_His ears perked at her footsteps, which were light, but definitely audible. If she was trying to sneak up on him, she was doing a horrible job at it. Nonetheless, Isaac didn't like the idea of her silently approaching him, for all he knew she could be a sloppy hunter. Or dumb enough to underestimate his enhanced werewolf senses. Or she could be the junkyard owner's granddaughter wondering what Isaac was doing hanging out on the double bus. _

_That last thought crawled into Isaac's mind and he debated the possibility of this being an innocent crossing of paths. The last thing Isaac wanted was to attack an innocent girl, or scare her. Then he remembered how the bus was partially hidden, and what were the chances she just chose to explore it like Isaac had? Either way, he was running out of time, she would be right behind him any second, which was much too close in Isaac's opinion. He didn't like people getting that close to him, he liked to keep his distance. And by distance he meant an arm's swinging distance. He also didn't like people touching him, but with the whole keeping a good distance thing, he hardly ever had a issue with his second dislike. The girl took a deep breath, and Isaac decided she was a threat, preferring to protect himself and be safe. He sprung off the driver seat and whipped around to face his attacker, expecting her to be right behind him. _

_The problem though was that she wasn't. In actuality she wasn't even near him. The girl had stopped walking at the end of the first bus, a whole bus's length between them. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, studying him as if he was an interesting piece of art in a gallery, and she was trying to decipher what he represented. Silence rose between them, and she just kept staring at him like she was waiting for something. Isaac became confused by that, what was he supposed to be doing? Finally she broke the silence and spoke._

"_Are you gonna put the claws away anytime soon or are we gonna keep having this old Western movie staredown? Because as you can see," she gestured at her feet, "I didn't wear the proper footwear." Isaac looked down at her well worn black Converse, then back up at her, even more confused. She had commented on his claws, but as he looked at her face he noticed she definitely didn't seemed freaked out or frightened by them. Who was this girl?_

"_Come on Cowboy, put down the claws. I am not a threat I promise." Her voice sounded tired, as if Isaac was wearing on her patience._

"_Your promises mean nothing to me, I don't even know you. I can't trust you." Isaac said forcefully, trying to get a hold of the bizarre situation. He hadn't even realized he had released his claws until she pointed it out, realizing he had done it instinctively to protect himself. He slightly raised his hands higher, watching her eyes track his movement carefully. Isaac noticed her eyes at that moment, as they flicked back from his hands to his own eyes. They were a rare shade, a strange bluish grey. Isaac may have not been a werewolf that long, and certainly hadn't learned all about the supernatural world he had been immersed in, but he knew that those eyes were a sign she definitely wasn't 100% human. But what was she then? _

_Isaac tentatively sniffed the air, but it was useless, while her scent was different, it didn't help identify what she was. She had smelled sweet, not a sticky sugary sweet but like a softer sweetness. Subtle. And she smelled like sunshine, was that even possible? Because as he took another sniff, that's what he thought of, sunshine. Well not completely. He thought of a childhood summer memory when his family had road tripped to the beach, and how the sun beat down on them all, his mother chasing his brother and him down to slather sunscreen on them, laughing as they tried to get away from her, and how on the way back home he thought it had been the perfect day. _

"_See there lies the problem Isaac," the girl was speaking again, pulling him from his reverie, shocking him by using his name. How did she know his name? "You say you won't lower your claws because you don't know who I am, and I was planning on fully introducing myself, but only if you put down the claws. We've seemed to have reached a bit of a stalemate. However," she put a single finger in the air, as if struck with a brilliant idea, "Since you just spent the last couple of minutes taking in my scent, and yes I noticed that," she added when he looked at her incredulously before continuing, "You have probably gathered by now that I am not completely human, which I will explain in moment, and you are probably even less likely to trust me." She sighed, seeming impatient once again. "So how about this? Use your nifty werewolf super hearing and key in on my heartbeat, it's not racing right?" Isaac listened for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Okay, so keep listening. If it doesn't speed up during my next statement then I'm obviously telling the truth, and you'll be able to tell. Right?" Isaac nodded again. She began, making sure to keep eye contact. "Isaac, I promise that I absolutely have no intentions to hurt you in anyway. Quite the opposite, I am here to help you. If you could please retract the razor sharp claws and stop looking at me like you want to slice my throat open I can further explain." She even raised her hands in a sign of surrender, and waited for his decision. _

_Her heartbeat remained steady and she even sent off the smell of honesty. Isaac deliberated for a while then put his claws away. She took this as a good sign and walked up closer to him, before sitting down on a bus seat. He noticed she didn't come and sit on one of the seats right next to him, but choose to keep some distance. She looked around the double bus. "Nice place you got here, did you do it yourself?" The question was innocent enough but Isaac didn't have time for nice pointless conversation._

"_Who are you? WHAT are you? What are you doing here? How did you find me? How do you know my name?" The questions were fired quickly and angrily from Isaac's mouth one after another. _

"_Whoa, slow down. I understand you have questions, and I do have answers. We have a lot to discuss, almost too much. And so much work to do..." She trailed off, and Isaac took that opportunity to ask even more questions._

"_What do you mean we have work to do? What kind of work exactly?" She was making less and less sense each minute, confusing Isaac even more._

"_Okay here's the short version. I'll answer all your prior questions in one shot, but you'll only have more after that." She took a deep breath and began. "You want to know how I know your name, and what I'm doing here. Those both have the same answer, it's my job. This also can be somewhat answered by answering what I exactly am. I'm what's called a Virtue. A supernatural being, which I assume you already know," she didn't wait for him to nod this time, but kept on with her explanation. "Virtues have been around since the beginning of supernatural creature kind. Our job is mainly to go from town to town and help newborn creatures adjust to their new lifestyle. Get vamps to not suck their whole hometown dry when overcome with their first thirst, help ghosts give up the haunt and pass on, and a majority of the time," her rare eyes bore into his, "ensure that werewolves are complete on both halves, human and beast."_

"_So what does that have to do with me?" Isaac shot at her, feeling like she was accusing him for something he had no idea about. He didn't like where this was going and questioned her motives once again. He may have retracted his claws but one false move and he could easily attack her. Especially since she was sitting there, completely relaxed, as if they hadn't had a hostile stare down only a few moments before. Isaac looked around the bus, calculating the best way to take her down. She didn't seem to have any visible weapons on her, but he planned for them being concealed on her person. She was about a leap away, he could bounce off the bus wall and...what was he doing? Figuring out a way to attack a girl who up until now hadn't done anything to prove she was here to harm him? Isaac shook his head in disgust, what had he become? A cold, hostile, detached shell of what he used to be. Maybe she was right being here, something was definitely wrong with him._

"_Look, I was assigned to you, Isaac Lahey, a possible unstable werewolf. You know what I'm talking about." She eyed him, as if she knew the internal struggle he just had with himself. "I was told your current residence is in Beacon Hills. I scoped you out walking here a couple days ago, and saw that you've made a habit to come here almost everyday. The work that I mentioned earlier is me helping you out of the dark place you are now. But it's a cooperative process, I can't help you unless you let me."_

"_I think you got the wrong guy," he started walking toward the bus door. "I definitely don't need your help okay? I don't need anyone's help." Isaac would figure it out on his own, the way he always did. He was going to make a dramatic exit storming off but she called out and ruined it._

"_You have nightmares don't you?" She didn't say it to be hurtful, more like she honestly wondered, but Isaac felt a stabbing pain in his chest anyway._

"_How did you..." he was shocked that she knew such a thing. Isaac hadn't told anybody that. He figured Derek may have heard him crying out in the middle of the night, but being Derek, he never said anything to Isaac about it._

"_Isaac." She walked toward him, and gazed intently into his eyes. "I can help you, let me help you, please."  
"I..." Isaac was uncertain what she could do to help him, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to try? He doubted she could really help him at all, Isaac felt too far gone. It was like he had been stumbling around in utter darkness for a while, swallowed in a deep abyss. He had adapted to the dismal feelings and mentality. But here she was, and it was like she was a light, showing him a possible way out. He could at least try to follow it. "Okay." he said at last._

_She nodded, then said, "Like I said, we have a lot to talk about and go over, and not enough time right now," she looked out the window, it was already getting dark. Derek had to be wondering where Isaac was. "So, this is my address of my temporary home here in Beacon Hills. Drop by tomorrow night, okay? The sooner we start the better." She had given him a slip of paper with an address on it, and then turned on her heel making her way to the door._

"_Wait!" Isaac called after her. She looked back, those odd eyes on him. "You never even told me your name." She flashed a quick white smile and walked back toward him. She stood right in front of him, then stuck out her hand._

"_It's Harlynn. Harlynn Merrick, and of course I already know your name. It's a pleasure to meet you Isaac Lahey." Isaac wrapped his hand around hers and they shook. As soon as their hands touched, Isaac felt a surge of calming energy course through him. It lasted only a few seconds, and he swore her eyes grew brighter simultaneously with the exchange. Before he had a chance to wonder what just happened she turned away again. "I'll see you later!" she-Harlynn-called over her shoulder, and with a whip of her long dark brown hair, she had left the bus. Isaac looked down at his hand, and he realized he had felt different. A strange feeling washed over him, making him feel more relaxed, and the weight on his shoulders lighter. It wasn't until Isaac was walking back to Derek's that he finally realized what the feeling was._

_It was hope._

_(Flashback over)_

That had been the first time he had met Harlynn, and that had been a couple days ago. Isaac didn't go to her house the next night, instead came back to the double bus and paced, debating on whether to go. He thought so late into the night that he ran out of time to go. He didn't know whether to go the day after that, or if he even wanted to go at all. Isaac spent more and more time on the double bus thinking about whether to go to Harlynn's place, so much that he suspected Derek had to notice that Isaac was spending more time away than he was at Derek's place.

Isaac was on the double bus early this morning when Harlynn made her second visit. She didn't seem angry at him for being a no show though. Instead she said that she figured he was cautious and that's why he hadn't come over yet. She also said that she still wanted to help, and that she would argue with him to make him come over tonight, but she had to get going to school. Isaac snickered at her and asked why she went to school. She had shrugged and said, _"I'm supposed to get an education while I do this. And most of the people I'm assigned to are in high school, so I can get closer to them. You're an exception, although word on the street is you're allowed to go back any day now." _This was true, Jackson had retracted his statement just the other day, and Isaac was welcomed to come back to Beacon Hills High whenever he wanted, he just wasn't sure if he could go. He didn't know if he'd be able to handle it. Maybe with Harlynn's help...

Isaac sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest of the bus driver's seat. It seemed no matter what going to see Harlynn was the ultimate answer. He decided to go tonight, for real this time. No backing out. It's not like anybody had to know, going to visit Harlynn could be a secret.

What he didn't know was that Scott and Stiles were going to follow him there.


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